The Friendly Landlord (M/M)

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All three parts of this hot story by very special guest author David Stewart presented together for the first time. This story is currently exclusive to The Canery.  All the characters are aged 18 or over.  This story is for Adults Only!

 

The Friendly Landlord by David Stewart – Part One

David was 32 years old and struggling to find suitable employment. He stayed at home with his mother and father but resented the strict upbringing that had kept him there. His personal freedom was not really his own.  His father in particular always appeared to want to know where he was, with whom and what he was doing. Much as David was an adult he still referred to his father as Sir and mother as Ma’am and had a healthy respect for older people, something that had always been uppermost in his upbringing.  But now at 32 he was leaving home and moving 185 miles away to Birmingham. He was starting a six month contract with the hopes of a full-time contract, and was eager to do well.

His father had put him in touch with an old friend who they knew through the church and who would provide the lodgings for David.  On that Sunday afternoon David arrived at the lodgings and introductions were made by his father, who had driven him down. The landlord was Mr Harrison, an older chap about 60 years of age, who lived alone. He had a spare room and was letting this out to David.  His bags moved in and a refreshing cup of tea taken, his father bid farewell to his son and told Mr Harrison to, “Look after David, he can be unruly but I am sure you will keep on top of him, Harry.”

His father gone David and Mr Harrison sat down for a chat. He asked about his life and his work and then stated, “So now, David, the house rules.  I am not a late-nighter and expect silence after 10pm. If you are about I do not expect to be awoken and you will behave in my house, or I will deal with it.”  That left David wondering.  “My house, and my rules, David. You are paying a pittance compared with other rooms round here because I know and respect your father. In turn I expect you to show the same kind of respect to me. No swearing or drinking in the house. No girlfriends in your room and keep the noise down. You understand?”

David agreed to these and for the first few weeks all was well and they got on. David was careful and respectful, till that Friday night.

David had just received his first full pay and went out straight from work for a pint…and that stretched to several and he got home just after midnight.   Mr Harrison was in the living room and not happy.  “You’re drunk lad, and your tea is wasted. Get to your bed and we will deal with this tomorrow.”

In the morning, with a sore head David was suddenly awoken by Mr Harrison just after 7am. The sheets were pulled back revealing a naked David who jumped and shouted, “Fucks sake, Harry!”

“Get your arse out of bed lad and come down and see me NOW!”

David had never heard Mr Harrison swear like that and was embarrassed about being seen naked.  Once dressed, David went downstairs and found Mr Harrison not very happy.  He lectured David in manners, swearing, shouting, keeping him awake and so forth and then said, “So lad you can either let me deal with this or get on yer bike back home.”

“Deal with it, how?” David asked.

“I will give your worthless drunken bottom a taste of discipline lad, that is what, and I am sure your father will agree with that.  Do you want to ask him?” So saying, he handed the phone to David.  David’s reaction was one of disbelief knowing that his father would go crazy and probably do what Mr Harrison was suggesting anyway.

While he was working this out Mr Harrison helped him, “Aye, your father has told me how he still tans your bum when required, so no worries there then.”

David looked sheepishly and said, “OK Mr Harrison, as you wish.”

“Good.  Now get back up to your bedroom and I will be up shortly.”

David waited for almost 20 minutes for the expected visit and when Mr Harrison entered he did so with some authority, saying, “Right lad, get your trousers off!”

David took his jeans off, feeling foolish.

“Now your top as well lad.” David was shaking a bit and very nervous but this was always how his father made him prepare as well. Had the two friends been talking?  David was left in just his shorts and socks, looking at the floor.

Mr Harrison sat on the side of the bed and said, “Now lad, I am going to give your arse a good leathering today. It has been a while, but I am sure I can still teach a lesson to a naughty lad like you. You have a choice, you can run away and tell your father or you can apologise and ask me to punish you. If I do it then it goes no further than thee and me.”

David was becoming strangely excited, which caused him more embarrassment.  He said, “Please Mr Harrison, I am sorry.  I will accept whatever punishment you give me.”

“Aye, what a sight lad!  A 30-odd-year-old still needing his arse spanked and you’re stood there obviously thinking it will be fun!” At that he slipped David’s pants down and slapped his erect cock.

“I hope your not going to make a mess over my knees lad, but over you go.”

David was soon over Mr Harrisons knees looking at the duvet and after some moving about a hard hand started to rub his bottom cheeks.

“Ready?”

“Yes Sir!” and so it started. No warm up here, just a steady smack from Mr Harrison’s palm on each cheek. David shouted out, he apologised, he begged for it to stop…but it continued for a good five minutes.

He was told to get up and Mr Harrison commented that David was, “Not so big and excited now, eh lad?”

He was stood in the corner while Mr Harrison left the room and when he came back David turned round to face his chastiser.  To his shock, Mr Harrison held in his hands a length of leather split in two halfway down. It looked about quarter of an inch thick and David knew its purpose.

Involuntarily David’s erection grew again.  Mr Harrison couldn’t miss it. He smiled at this and commented, “Ah David, does the idea of your ‘Uncle Harry’ taking the tawse to you excite you?”

“Uncle Harry?”

“Yes lad I think at these times you should call me Uncle Harry, don’t you?”

“Yes Sir…I mean Uncle Harry”

David relaxed a bit and also noticed that there was a growing bulge in Mr Harrisons pants as well.  Uncle Harry said, “Aye lad, not all hard work this disciplining.  Now, get yourself on the bed face down while I teach you another thing or two.”

Laid on the bed his uncle started to use the tawse on his bared buttocks and David reacted as one would expect. He yelled and begged for it to stop and eventually after about 24 strikes it did. David was sniffling and sobbing and Mr Harrison sat on the bed and held him close, comforting him. “Wait there,” he said and returned a few moments later with a bottle of cream lotion which he started to rub on David’s burning cheeks.

“You took that well lad, so we’ll draw a line under your behaviour.”

“Thank you, Uncle Harry,” said David.

“Till the next time,” smiled his new uncle.

The lotion was soothing and soon the burning was becoming more bearable, and the rubbing in of the lotion was a good feeling. His uncle let a finger slip between his new nephew’s cheeks.  David’s reaction was to part his legs slightly. This encouraged his uncle and soon a finger was caressing the bum hole and then slipping in and out. Nothing was said and as his hand slipped to cup his balls David found himself erect again.

“Do you find being thrashed exciting, David?” asked his uncle.

“Oh no, uncle.  No.” he replied.

A sudden slap on his bottom was followed by, “I don’t want lies, David!”

“Does it excite you?”

“Oh uncle, it does a bit, but it hurts and I don’t know why, but it does excite me..it always has done.”

“Always?  Explain, David!”

“I have always, as far back as I can recall, thought about being spanked by other people, just like you just did.”

“And did you toss yourself off thinking about that, David?”

“Oh yes, uncle.”

His uncle’s hands were now moving on his nephew’s cock in a slow but nice way.  “And tell me David, what else did you do in these fantasy dreams? What were you made to do?”

There was silence and the wanking stopped.  “Tell me, David!”

“I well, I was made to suck cock, uncle.”

The wanking continued, “Good, and what else?”

“Oh Uncle, this is humiliating, but I was used by them.”

“Used by who?”

“The guys in my wanks.”

“Have you ever sucked cock, David?”

“No Uncle.  Never.”

“Have you ever touched another man’s cock?”

“No, never ever.”

“But you want to suck a cock and to feel one, don’t you?”

Heavy breathing and a gargled, “Yes, yes!” came out as the 32-year-old could not hold back and shot spunk in convulsions all over his uncle’s hand and up his own belly and chest.

His uncle stood up and said, “I will leave you to clean up, but I think your stay here will be educational,” and left.

David thought to himself. “Shit!  I have just been spanked and leathered by my father’s friend. He got me to confess that I fantasise about sucking guys off and being shagged, and then he wanked me off.  Fuck me, that was amazing!  What have I let myself in for?”

The answer to that question was to be an educational whirlwind over the next few months.

Part Two

David’s life was changing for the better.  After finding his new “Uncle Harry”, David started to talk more openly with this man. Harry had never married and admitted to David he was bisexual having had several relationships with both men and women.

It was a fortnight after that spanking that David broached the subject and commented how his bottom had taken a long time to get back to normal. “Aye, the reality far worse than the fantasy?” his uncle responded.

“Well not so much because I had never realised how good it could be having someone do what you did to me.”  His landlord smiled at his charge.  “Oh yes son, there are good parts to discipline, but discipline is still needed.”

“Will that ever happen again?” asked David.

Mr Harrison smiled and eyed up David before saying “Follow me lad,” and taking him up to the spare bedroom. Inside there was a desk and hard backed chair and a cupboard, and when the cupboard was opened what David saw inside made him gasp. There were a few belts, or tawses like the one that had been used on him so painfully, along with several crook handled canes. Mr Harrison took a cane out and handed it to David. “Look son, you’re not going to tell your father, just as I am not, so here is what happens. I engage in some spanking play with a few other lads and they come here occasionally for a spanking or caning. In your case, you are in my charge and as and when you deserve it I shall spank you, use a tawse and possibly cane you.  However, as you found out two weeks ago, I do not do that in a fainthearted way, and when I thrash a lad I do it for real.  It’s the best way, you see.”

David was inspecting one of the canes, and swished it a few times, much to the amusement of Mr Harrison. “I wonder what that feels like?” said David.

Mr Harrison said, “I will reject the temptation of saying you can try it now David!”  Then seeing the look on the lodger’s face added, “But I tell you what, I will give you one stroke so you have an idea if you want.”  Rather too eagerly David agreed and Mr Harrison told him to, “Drop your trousers and bend across that table.” David obeyed and soon felt his pants being pulled down. Nothing was said and a tap on his bottom told him the stroke was coming soon and then WHAAAAP and a sting went through his bottom that made him yell and stand up to rub his bottom!

Mr Harrison laughed and added, “So you now know and perhaps will avoid it in the future.”

Over the next few weeks, the events of that day were mentioned a few times, but never in much detail.  Eventually David asked, “Mr Harrison?”

“Yes David?”

“Please tell me again, what kind of things would I be spanked for?”

Mr Harrison put his book down and eyed David curiously, “For swearing, lateness, bad behaviour, just like I told you before.  But you have been good David, that spanking taught you and I think the fear of the cane helped?”

“Mr Harrison?”

“Yes David?”

You said other boys visit you, Why do they come?”

“They come because they feel they need discipline. Some it helps to lead a good life and others just need it.”

“What, what if I felt I needed that Mr Harrison?”

Mr Harrison looked and smiled and said, “If that is ever the case then you will come to me, call me Uncle Harry and tell me why you need it.  But be warned David…you know at first hand what I can do.”

Two sleepless nights later, David entered the lounge just after 7pm, “Uncle Harry?”

Mr Harrison looked up from his paper with a stern expression, “Yes what do you want?”

A nervous David stuttered out, “I feel I need some discipline in my life Uncle.”

“Ah, you took your time.  And what kind of discipline do you need then?”

David had expected Uncle Harry to take over and just get on with it, so was taken aback. “I feel I need to be spanked and belted again, Uncle Harry.”

“Right then,” Uncle replied.

Then with a rush of blood to the head, David spurted out, “And caned please, Uncle.”

“You want caned as well, do you David?”

“Yes, I think so Uncle.  Yes I do.”

They both went to the spare room and Uncle Harry drew out the hard backed chair. “Right then, you know the drill, strip down to your pants!”  David did as instructed and was soon stood shaking with a tent pole in his pants.  Uncle Harry came over to David and stood in front of him. “You’re a brave lad for asking me to cane you and spank and tawse you. Well you’re going to find that Mr Sympathetic I am not!”  At that he led David to the chair, sat down and pulled his pants down exposing a rampant cock. “Aye lad, I know what you are thinking about. You are thinking about the afters last time, but believe me there is a lot of starters and main course first!  He was pulled over and a spanking was administered that made him yell and apologise and all those things you say under such circumstances.  He was then taken to the bedroom and laid on the bed and given a real roasting with the tawse. He bucked and jumped and got 24 strokes over his arse and back of legs before being allowed up and sent to wait in the other spare room.

When Uncle arrived he had left David standing for 20 minutes and found him still erect and up for an adventure.  Ignoring this he ordered David to, “Bend across that desk and hold tight. You have twelve strokes coming and no doubt you will jump up, but for every time you do, or or if you swear, I will add another two strokes.”  David bent over the desk preparing for the worst…and it arrived soon after. He yelled and stood after that first stroke and his even-tempered Uncle shouted at him, “Get back over that table David and remember YOU ASKED FOR THE CANE!  We can be here all night if you want.”

The second stroke caused him to yell louder and the third the same. By the time he had taken the first six he was sobbing and regretting everything, but scared to get back up. The next six strokes covered his entire bottom and the tears just flowed. There were still the two extra strokes and these were placed on the top of his legs, just under the bottom.  David howled and cried loudly.

“Now David stand up and go have a bath then get into bed.”

“But Uncle it’s just gone 8pm!”

“Don’t disobey me David!  You want treated like a naughty lad then your bedtime is as soon as you have been thrashed.”

David trooped off and ran a bath and when he entered the burning of his bottom and the water almost brought new tears.  His Uncle entered the bathroom and helped him wash and then tenderly dried him before taking him to his room. “No need for PJ’s tonight,” he said, and David got into bed.  Uncle produced some lotion and soothed David’s bottom the way he had done before, and then he cupped the lad’s balls and started to rub his hard young cock.  “Was it worth it David?” Uncle asked.

“I think it will be Uncle Harry,” a sheepish David replied.

“Did the cane do what you expected?  You were ever so eager to sample it.”

“Oh yes, Uncle Harry!  It was worse than I imagined…but at the same time it feels lovely now.”

“Good David,” said his Uncle and continued applying the lotion. His fingers slid between David’s now opening legs and probed delicately at his anus only to find David actively pushing back and forcing the finger to enter.

”Is this what good boys get after a caning Uncle?” smiled David.

“It’s a special after a caning, David.”

David arched backwards to push further back on the finger and allow his Uncle’s other hand to grasp his throbbing cock. “That is most of my fantasies completed Uncle, thank you.”

His Uncle stood up with a smile, and with a “Shoosh!” to David started to undress himself in the full gaze of the lad.  David had eyes for the hairy manly cock that stood erect before him and as his Uncle guided his hand to it.  For the first time, David was touching another man’s cock.

“Did you mean what you said about being used David?”

“Oh yes Uncle!  Yes I did!”

“And do you want all your fantasies to become reality?”

David blushed a deeper red than before and whispered, “Please Uncle, I do.”

“Then hand me what is in the top drawer over there.”

David opened the drawer and took out a foil-wrapped condom.  He knew all his dreams were about to come true.

Part Three

The six-month employment contract soon ended and David found himself with a permanent job, more money and able to move into a flat if he wished.  However, his relationship with his Uncle Harry had moved on as the older man had become a mentor and lover to him.  David began actively looking for his own flat because he knew, for his future, he needed to settle. However, he would miss Mr Harrison, his new uncle.

It was strange.  There was affection, that of an older person for a relative, and David knew what they were doing was, well, not exactly wrong, because the were consenting adults, but perhaps what others would term “odd.”  The spankings still continued, as and when either Mr Harrison considered David required some for his behaviour, or more often when David felt the need and called him Uncle Harry, their sign for discipline.

After that first time with another man, David had found himself frequently wanking under the sheets and longed for a repeat.  That had occurred only once since, and after a sound caning, which David had found really painful.  The message was clear to him, that such play only occurred after a caning.  Yes, after other spankings and strappings his Uncle would comfort him but it was the canings that brought the best out from his Uncle!

It was a Saturday afternoon, just after 2, when David got up the courage and approached Mr Harrison in the garden and said, “Uncle Harry, can I speak with you please?”

“Certainly, what can I do for you?” he said with a knowing smile and anticipating having his nephew’s bared bottom over his lap in the immediate future.

“Eh…Uncle I think I need your discipline today…please.”

“Aye, you probably do son, and I will give you it.”

“Err, Uncle, I think I need the cane today.”

His Uncle looked at him and raised his eyebrows, “Ah, the cane do you?  And why the cane, because I know you hate it?”

“I deserve the cane…and I know you like giving it Uncle,” he said with a red blush to his face that could have burned you if you got too close.

His Uncle looked at him closely and spoke softly, but with authority. “Good enough young man, I will do it for you.  I will spank you first then cane you, but you must appreciate how painful it will be, and as you are asking for it, then you need a good dose to dissuade you in future.  So it will be 18 strokes, full on.”

“Oh Uncle!  That’s too many!  Please just the 12!”

His pleadings pleased his uncle, but he denied them, saying, “No David!  There is a difference between me deciding that you need the cane, and you asking for it.  You need to learn that asking for it incurs more of a caning. Up to you.”

Head cast down David said, “Yes Uncle, I understand.  18 it is.”

“Good.  Now, I am busy at the moment, so I will deal with you tonight.”

David was disappointed.  He’d summoned enough courage to ask and wanted it now, but knew better than to question his uncle, “Yes Uncle.”

“We will have dinner and then I expect you to ask me to give you your punishment bang on 9pm.”

For the rest of the day, David was a bit nervous and scared, although he also had numerous erections thinking about what was to come.  Dinner was an uncomfortable experience and his Uncle was amused by his lack of concentration and clock watching.  Bang on the allotted hour David stood and walked to his uncle saying, “Uncle.  It’s 9.  Would you give me my punishment please?”

“Aye, son.  Been a long day waiting?” before taking David with him to the spare room.  “Right then David!  Get your clothes off for me!”  He watched as David striped to his shorts.

The chair was taken into the centre of the room and David was dragged over his uncle’s lap.  His pants taken down, ready for what was to be a memorable hand spanking from his uncle. A verbal tirade followed.  David kept saying he was sorry, for what he didn’t know, and his uncle meanwhile was telling him how much he deserved this spanking and that the caning to follow was going to make him cry.

The spanking over, David was made to stand in the corner, with his hands on his head.  Uncle Harry moved the chair and then told him to turn round.  David was displaying an erection, his hands were still on his head and his white pants were down at his ankles.  David looked an exciting proposition for his uncle whose own cock was causing problems in the pants department.

Uncle then did something that he had never done before, certainly not in mid-spanking.  He called David over and pulled out his own member and told David to kneel and worship it. While he did this he thought back to that first time, and how he had converted this young man and what power he now had over him. He also regretted the fact that soon, perhaps too soon, David would move onwards.

Concentrating on the matter in hand his Uncle recovered his composure and standing David up held him close and whispered to him, “David, I am going to cane you so hard now, you will cry, you will shout but you will take it and afterwards you will be so good.”

“I know,” answered David.

Releasing his hold, David stood back and his uncle added, “Are you scared about this caning David?”

David nervously admitted “Yes, Uncle.  I am a bit.”

“Good, and so you should be, because it is going to be the most severe you have had and will probably ever get. I doubt you will come back asking for the cane again, but you will probably still get caned from time to time.  Now over the desk please, oh and kick those pants off!”

David lay over the table grabbing hold of the far side and looked out his side of his eyes as Uncle collected a cane from the cupboard, flexed it, then took another, flexed it and closed the cupboard.

“This is it,” thought David and gritted his teeth.  The first stroke soon whistled down on the centre of David’s bared cheeks and he gripped tighter, and let out a strangled “Urghh!”

The next landed higher up as did the third and fourth and David still gripped tighter and tried not to yell to loud. It was strokes five and six that broke him and at each he yelled in pain but stayed in position.

David was allowed a short respite, only broken by his Uncle saying, “Six down lad, and remember you asked for this!”

The next set of six followed and and at each stroke David yelled out as if stabbed. The pain was worsening and his verbal complaints were not unnoticed.

“Right lad, I’ve given you twelve.  I would normally stop there, but remember with every one of these last six that you asked me for them.”

David was beginning to sob gently but as the next stroke landed his tears burst full flow and he started to blubber, “Please Uncle, no more please!”  He yelped, but the answer was the next stroke and then the next and soon there were just three left.

His uncle went behind him and caressed his burning, welted rear and then handled his limp cock, saying, “You see David…be careful of what you ask for…but one day you will ask me to cane you like this again.”  Despite the pain in his bottom, his uncle’s ministrations were bringing David’s cock back to life.

“Soon!” his Uncle said as he stood back and took aim once again.  David was amazed by his own emotions. Here he was having taken fifteen painful strokes with three more to come and yet the touch of his uncle’s hand had left him so erect and wanton.  That thought was broken by the sting of the third from last stroke and he yelled like mad, his erection collapsed and once more tears started to flood. The penultimate stroke cut deep below his cheeks and then the final stroke landed right on top of it.

David was told to he could stand up.  Uncle then told him to run a bath and that he would see him in the bathroom.  The ritual of being bathed and then dried was easing the pain and then David was taken, for the first time, through to his Uncles large double bed and laid down on that. The soothing lotion soon brought back the lad’s erection and uncle soon disrobed and said to David, “Tonight you can sleep in here with me, if you wish to?”

David nodded, and his uncle’s hand went to a drawer in the cabinet beside him.  He pulled out a foil-wrapped condom.  David glanced at it, with joy, as he thought, “It was worth it.”

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D I S C L A I M E R

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